Dark clouds have descended over the OCD offices. It’s been three weeks since receiving the mysterious package from the good Doctor and they are nowhere closer to deciphering his message for the people of earth. What’s worst is their two previous code crackers have become useless. Mike Relm has been only responding in binary code, which when deciphered, says

“Times up Ants move with the bell”

The Gray Kid has been committed to a mental hospital. They last heard he has been scribbling on the walls:

“Look at them crawl, look at them climb up the wall, like roaches”

Nervous, anxious, and paranoid, all seems lost for the people of OCD. After putting their heads together, they turn their attention to the Northern CA hills. Placing a call on the purple phone, it rings 14 times only to receive this message:

“Sorry, Her Space Holiday is not in right now. We are out on a global tour teaching a 12-part dissertation on how the past presents the future: a study of audiological time travel. Please leave you message after the beat beat beat.”

Defeated, devastated and defunct, the OCD feels the walls closing in on them. The despair lies on top of them like the weight of the world. Not a word is spoken. Then the purple phone rings. As it’s picked up, someone yells, “Track that call!”

OCD Operator: How did you get this number?
The Money Fight: That is not important. We hear you have… some problems.
OCD Operator: Who is this? Where are you from?
TMF: We are The Money Fight. Where we are from is of no importance, what is important is that you listen closely.
OCD Tracker: It’s coming from LA
OCD Operator: What do you want?
TMF: You must listen. We hear you received a package. We received the same package 5 years ago. Upon opening it, destruction and chaos descended upon our society. People were almost crushed under a weight of despair and grief. We were nearly decimated as a people.
OCD Tracker: Wait, its New York. Keep them talking.
OCD Operator: What happened?
TMF: We thought all was lost. Villages burned, people terrorized each other in the streets, and our society was reduced to almost nothing. That was until we were able to break the code. Through a combination of modern technology, audiological innovations and numerous sacrifices, we were able to save our great society. We were almost able to undo the damage. Almost. We hear two of your people have been infected.
OCD Tracker: Australia!
OCD Operator: Yes, can you help them?
TMF: Yes, we can. You are safe for now. And if you ever find the ‘good’ doctor, tell him we are coming for him.
OCD Tracker: Saturn?
OCD Operator: Hello? Hello?

All is silent again. Had that all been a prank? Suddenly all the computers light up and the stereo switches on. A whistle blows. As the beat drops, and the strings soar, all begins to look up at the OCD office. And we go “la, la, la, laaaaaa….”